Buntingford
pointed to them.
"They're fine, aren't they? This lake of course is artificial, and the
park was only made out of arable land a hundred years ago. I always
imagine these trees mark some dwelling-house, which has disappeared. They
used to be my chief haunt when I was a boy. There are four of them,
extraordinarily interwoven. I made a seat in one of them. I could see
everything and everybody on the lake, or in the garden; and nobody could
see me. I once overheard a proposal!"
"Eavesdropper!" laughed Helena. "Shall we land?--and go and look at
them?"
She gave a touch to the rudder. Then a shout rang out from the
landing-stage on the other side of the water.
"Ah, that's Geoffrey," said Buntingford. "And I must really get back to
the house--to see people off."
With a little vigorous rowing they were soon across the lake. Helena sat
silent. She did not want Geoffrey--she did not want to reach the
land--she had been happy on the water--why should things end?
* * * * *
Geoffrey reported that all was well with Lady Georgina, she had gone
home, and then stepping into the boat as Buntingford stepped out, he
began to push off.
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